![meme explaining "STOP DRIVING CARS IN JAKARTA". LOTS OF JAKARTA STREETS ARE NOT MEANT FOR CARS. YEARS OF BUILDING STREETS and MAKING RULES UP yet NO DECREASE IN OVERALL TRAFFIC JAM. Want to go somewhere fast, driven by someone, or with expensive car? We have tool for that. It's called KRL, LRT, MRT, tije, and jakli- i mean Mikrotrans. "Yes, please give me a flyover at Sudirman - Bundaran HI." "Don't give blinker when changing lanes, or they won't let you." [is keeping safe distance] "Get closer to the front car! You'll get honked and someone will take that space" - Statements conjured up by the utterly Deranged. LOOK at what Drivers & Government have been demanding your Respect for all this time, with all the budget and space we gave them. These are REAL Jakarta traffics by REAL drivers & roadmakers. there's photo of a road too small for cars, 4-part video explaining how to go through semanggi intersection, & slipi traffic jam full of cars, all with question marks.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/HVmzukIaMAA734-.jpg?name=small&format=webp)
ALT meme explaining "STOP DRIVING CARS IN JAKARTA". LOTS OF JAKARTA STREETS ARE NOT MEANT FOR CARS. YEARS OF BUILDING STREETS and MAKING RULES UP yet NO DECREASE IN OVERALL TRAFFIC JAM. Want to go somewhere fast, driven by someone, or with expensive car? We have tool for that. It's called KRL, LRT, MRT, tije, and jakli- i mean Mikrotrans. "Yes, please give me a flyover at Sudirman - Bundaran HI." "Don't give blinker when changing lanes, or they won't let you." [is keeping safe distance] "Get closer to the front car! You'll get honked and someone will take that space" - Statements conjured up by the utterly Deranged. LOOK at what Drivers & Government have been demanding your Respect for all this time, with all the budget and space we gave them. These are REAL Jakarta traffics by REAL drivers & roadmakers. there's photo of a road too small for cars, 4-part video explaining how to go through semanggi intersection, & slipi traffic jam full of cars, all with question marks.

ALT Leaves BY URSULA K. LE GUIN Years do odd things to identity. What does it mean to say I am that child in the photograph at Kishamish in 1935? Might as well say I am the shadow of a leaf of the acacia tree felled seventy years ago moving on the page the child reads. Might as well say I am the words she read or the words I wrote in other years, flicker of shade and sunlight as the wind moves through the leaves.




































